Tittie in my hand. Thats what I want.
Never did this before, that's what the virgin...
You cut me deep bitch, cut me like surgery.
I keep having these crushes for random well known people.
When you get fucked over
I’ve been meaning to write this for a while. It won’t be long. So hear me out. Usually when we, as people, get fucked over, runned down, worn out. We get disappointed. Sad or even unhappy. Lately, when somebody tries to fuck me, I feel calm and relieved. This is not a lie. I’m being as honest as I can. I’ll explain very briefly. I’ve always felt pressure when trying...
Basically known as Lady Gaga. The thing is, I’ve been digging into Gaga for a while now. As in, listening to her music. Trying to get a grip on how she is involved in her own success. Doing this, kinda got me admiring her. In many ways she’s like Madonna. Probably even more like Andy Warhol. Who is also considered an icon if you’d ask me. Ofcourse you’re not gonna. But just...
I Spit On Your Grave
This movie almost made me throw up. I love movies that go beyond the reasonable. But I have to admit that me being sick after watching this, was severely new to me. I went to the kitchen and pulled some shit out of the sink so there would be room enough for me to puke. Eventually I didn’t. But I was this close. I’m still feeling pretty sick like, my stomach is still trying to push shit...
The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in...– Warhol
Tonight I’ll be at Ray Lamontagne. I think I’m gonna cry. If I did, I’ll let you know.
Checking the mic haha. Its always fun to do stupid...
An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.– Andy Warhol
Testing my new USB Mic. I’m not really...
Don’t just play it. Feel it. Stroke it. Fuck it. Comfort it. Love it.– Stefan Schill
Walking On The Moon
She often calls to the moon.
Carnaval only excists to shatter my world. My dreams. My sleep. My entire being. For a few days it feels like I suffer from terminal illness. There is no light at the end of this tunnel. Since this tunnel will continue on going till the very last day I die. A part of me wishes that the ones that bother me with this (in fact religious) party, disappear in a vacuum where all is pain. A different...
In Front Of A Wall
I’m an absolute failure when it comes to entitle a photograph or a blog for that matter. It’s just not in my nature to come up with something creative. I just had a little fun with my camera and my flash. And I took these pics in front of a wall. To entitle this serie with Flash seemed a bit to obvious. So therefor I used our Wall to come up with a title. Ofcourse, in the end. The...
After your hands start shaking Your walls start breaking A mind will crumble And a mouth will stumble A kid will die, beat to death by a stone You’ll wake up and see That it’s you And you’ve grown….
Creativity is infinite. Practising it, isn't.
Some of you may know me through this blog. Some may know me through the stories I try to tell. Or the photographs I try to take. And most of you may know me because of my music. All these things have one thing in common. Creativity. And the ability to practice creativity to gain some exposure. A few days ago I was introduced to Paul Simon’s Graceland. By, the radio. Okay, so first of all....